Half-Blood Academy 3 Magic Fury an academy reverse harem fantasy romance - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,70
a nice spot to lay my head. I blinked out of my trance, but I was still staring at his hard chest. My awed gaze involuntarily dipped to his firm stomach and lower.
I could see a trail of dark hair, alluring and erotic and all male, disappearing into his undergarments. It left much to the imagination. His powerful legs were all muscle, too. Without doubt, it would be solid to sit on. At the thought, every cell in me swirled alive.
The room seemed too small now to hold both the huge Dragonian prince and me.
I inhaled for air. “Prince Darken,” I said, “what do you think you’re doing?”
Ares suddenly registered my existence in the corner and raised an eyebrow. “Getting ready for bed,” he said, gesturing at my clothes that covered every inch of me. “You should do the same. It’s late.”
“You realize that you’re half-naked?” I asked.
“I like to sleep completely naked.”
An alarm bell went off in my head. I had never seen a naked man before. This would be terrible. “You can’t do that!” I cried.
“Why?” He looked confused. “Is there a rule against sleeping nude?”
I bit my lip before I explained. “You realize that you’re a male and I’m a female?”
“Yeah, so?”
I waved a hand exasperatedly. “There’re social rules. Ever heard of the concept of propriety?”
He folded his arms across his chest. My gaze glued to his torso and my heart pounded.
“Do explain,” he said, as if he had the entire night to listen.
“When a man and a woman who aren’t involved share a room,” I said, and then I was out of words because he started laughing so hard.
This whole time he was just poking fun at me. I couldn’t keep track of when he had changed his demeanor toward me. He’d been a storm not long ago.
His hard exterior melted like frost in the flame.
“I thought you wouldn’t mind,” he said with a smirk, “since you’ve had rich, vast experiences with men. You rode them like what?”
My face burned hot.
“And you were ogling me this whole time,” he continued, a striking grin brightening his face. “Like what you see, Freyja?”
He flirted easily, obviously believing he was entitled to female worship.
“I wasn’t checking you out,” I said coolly.
He arched a brow. “No?”
“I was merely studying the work of art and science.” I gestured at him from head to toe. “There’s room for improvement.”
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“An ordinary eye sees that you have perfect proportions and great strength,” I said with a regretful sigh. “However, I see what no one else can see.”
He looked at me, not convinced, but stopped going nude.
“I am the only one who saw the garden’s magical ward and spotted the flaw of its design,” I said, “so I could pass through the entrance by exploiting its weakness.” That was bullshit, but the prince didn’t know that. “Perfect beings are rare.” I motioned him, preying on his insecurity since I knew no sane person felt completely secure. “For example, you.” I stalked over to him and let my gaze rover over his body as if studying an object. “Your imperfection lies in the length of your arms.”
“What?” he asked incredulously, his eyebrows coming together in displeasure.
“If they’re zero point seventy-nine inches shorter, you’d be the perfect specimen.”
“That’s silly,” he said, but he scrutinized his arms. He lifted them and bent at the elbows to make them slightly shorter.
I smirked. “See what I meant?”
“You know nothing about me, wolf girl,” he growled, not taking my criticism well.
I returned to my soft, full-sized bed and leaned back lazily, my feet crossed.
“You weren’t merely born of the union of Commander North Darken and an advanced human female,” I purred. “Your father was all about superior gene and evolution. He mated with a strong, blue-blood female human to reproduce you. The moment you were born, you were sent to the lab for further genetic enhancement.”
“How do you know that?” he asked.
I’d learned part of the prince’s origin from the mercenary Dragonian I had killed, and the assassin had learned it from the prince’s half-brother, the third-in-line to the throne.
Something dangerous flashed through his eyes and there was no amusement, playfulness, or smugness in them anymore. They were hard, cold, and dark.
He lurched at me. He was coming to grab my throat and lift me up for a torture-style interrogation, and then kill me for knowing too much.
I’d abandoned caution and guile. I’d gone straight to being overly bold and arrogant because of the influence of the rising heat in the room, and because I didn’t like being challenged. His smoldering hot torso occupied my mind, his pure male scent filled my nostrils, and the electric charge between us diminished my reasoning ability.
As I realized my mistake, the thrill still buzzed in my blood like potent drugs.
I removed my feet from the panel and bolted up to perch on the edge of the bed. When he came to kill me, I would entice him to do so with his bare hands.
“Call it my innate light, or animal instinct, or whatever you want to name it,” I said casually, trying to diffuse the tension. “Isn’t that why the Oracle sent you to me so I can find you the witch?”
My hand pulled off my gloves in a bored fashion, so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.
Spotting fear and dark determination in my eyes, Ares gathered himself and stepped back.
The deadly predator in his eyes was gone. “So your animal instinct smelled my secret genetic receipt,” he said. “I see.”
“I’m not the only freak here,” I said.
He suddenly laughed. “Do you know in my long mortal life, no one has dared to say that to my face? You’re feral.”